His sharp tone made her tummy tingle. Did he not want her to leave? She didn’t want to go, but Hone wasn’t forever material, not with his track record. The best she could hope for was to stay friends.
“Cassie?”
“I’m not sure what to do, to be honest. If I sign with Kevin again—”
“Why do you have to sign with him? Aren’t there other managers who wouldn’t treat you like crap?”
Another manager. Holy crap. “I must be slow because that hadn’t occurred to me. I’ll check it out tomorrow.”
Hone exploded into action, rolling her under him and sealing her shriek of surprise with his lips. “I have the solution to stop that busy mind of yours.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
He kissed her, the tempo slow and sexy and toe-curling good. A sigh tickled her throat as she opened to him and accepted the thrust of his tongue, the bite of sharp teeth at her bottom lip. That bite—his bite—shot down her body to land between her legs.
One thing was true. His talented touch turned her into a wanton, and she’d never had as much fun with a man. Oh, she watched the envy on other women’s faces. Easy to see their astonishment. Emma suffered through the same thing, yet Jack didn’t notice anyone except his wife. That gave her hope…
Aw, who the hell was she kidding? Hone was a player who quickly became bored with one woman, and she…she had a music career in another country. New Zealand didn’t rate as the land of musical opportunities, as much as she’d love to stay. Her home here could only ever be a vacation home.
“Cassie, you’re denting my pride,” Hone whispered, a thread of pique winding through his words. “If you’re tired, tell me, and I’ll roll over and go to sleep.”
“Huh! You’re having as much trouble sleeping as I am.”
Hone rocked, his cock rigid against her stomach. “That’s true, but with me it’s sexual frustration.”
“Poor baby.”
“Now you’re mocking me. Do you know what happens to women who misbehave?”
“No. What?”
He moved so quickly she hung over his knee in the time it took to process his action. A second later, he applied his hand to her butt. Smack. Smack.Smack.
“Ow!”
“Jack and Emma will hear.” He punctuated his words with three more smacks at different angles and progressively nearer to her pussy. His big hand cupped the sex and rubbed it. Arousal took her by surprise, rendered her speechless. A finger burrowed between her legs, dipping into her heat.
“Focused. Totally focused.”
His satisfied chuckle tugged at her funny bone. The man was a menace to women. A menace and right now, he was her menace. Something fractured in the region of her heart, a frisson of pain, a smidgeon of lust and a gossamer thread of love blossomed.
Well, hell.
Hone smacked her again, the whoosh of heat no longer taking her by surprise. He smoothed his callused palm over her tender skin and dipped his finger close enough to her clit to make her gasp her delight. Not only was she enjoying the heck out of her time with Hone, she was learning about her sexual self. She didn’t mind a hint of pain with her loving. It ratcheted up the sensations.
“More,” she demanded.
Hone smacked her, striking her where butt and upper thigh met.
“Not there. I feel empty. I need that big cock of yours.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
He moved again, lifting and rearranging her body with ease. Doggy-style. He seemed to favor this position, and while she’d never enjoyed it before, Hone made the sexual journey fun.
“Condom,” he muttered. “Where did we put them?”
